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THE   BREAKING   WAVES 
DASHED  HIGH 

{THE    PILGRIM    FATHERS) 


BY 


FELICIA   HEMANS 


WITH   DESIGNS    BY   MISS  L.   B.   HUMPHREY 


ENGRAVED    BY    ANDREW 


BOSTON 
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NEW  YORK:   CHARLES  T.  DILLINGHAM 
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COPYRIGHT, 
1879, 

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Electrotyped  at  the  Boston  Stereotype  Foundry, 
19  Spring  Lane. 


HE    breaking  waves  dashed  high 
On  a  stern  and  rock-bound  coast, 
And  the  woods   against  a  stormy  sky 
Their  giant  branches  toss'd  ; 

And  the  heavy  night  hung  dark 

The  hills  and  water  o'er, 
When  a  band  of  exiles  moored  their  bark 

On  the  wild  New  England  shore. 


OT  as  the  conqueror  comes, 
They,  the  true-hearted,  came; 
Not  with  the  roll  of  the  stirring  drums, 
And  the  trumpet  that  sings  of  fame ; 


Not  as  the  flying  come, 
In  silence  and  in  fear ;  — 

They  shook  the  depths  of  the  desert 
gloom 
With  their  hymns  of  lofty  cheer. 


MIDST  the  storm  they  sang, 
And  the  stars  heard  and  the  sea ; 
And  the  sounding  aisles  of  the  dim  woods 
rang 
To  the  anthem  of  the  free ! 


HE  ocean-eagle  soared 
From  his  nest  by  the  white  wave's 
foam; 

And  the  rocking  pines  of  the  forest  roared  — 
This  was  their  welcome  home  ! 


There  were  men  with  hoary  hair 
Amidst  that  pilgrim  band  ;  — 

Why  had   they  come  to  wither  there, 
Awav  from  their  childhood's  land  ? 


There  was  woman's  fearless  eye, 
Lit  by  her  deep  love's  truth  ; 

There  was  manhood's  brow  serenely  high, 
And  the  fiery  heart  of  youth. 


What  sought  they  thus   afar  ?  — 
Bright  jewels  of  the  mine? 

The  wealth  of  seas,  the  spoils  of  war  ? 
They  sought  a  faith's  pure  shrine ! 


Ay,  call  it  holy  ground, 

The  soil  where  first  they  trod  — 
They  have  left  unstained  what  there  they 
found, — 

Jrccoom  to  tt)orsl)ip  (600. 


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